Li Xunying came to Nangong Lingya, his eyes sharp as swords, staring intensely at her.
Nangong Lingya felt uneasy under his gaze, only able to lower her head and fix her eyes on the ground.
"Do you know Nangong Qianying?"
Nangong Lingya suddenly looked up, surprised, and asked, "Why do you ask this?"
"Answer me, do you know him or not!"
Li Xunying continued to press, unwilling to answer Nangong Lingya's question.
"I... I..."
Nangong Lingya hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say.
"Will you speak or not!"
Li Xunying directly picked up a dagger and pressed its sharp edge against Nangong Lingya's snow-white neck.
Suddenly, a glaring streak of fresh blood seeped out, staining the blade of the dagger.
Nangong Lingya felt pain and immediately started to sob, shaking with nervousness all over.
